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I’M GETTING’ PRETTY GOOD AT BEING LONESOME
by Bob Wright ©
G
I got one coffee cup and that seems to be enough
D
I’m getting’ pretty good at being lonesome
got one tire on my car but I don’t travel far
G G7
I’m getting’ pretty good at being lonesome
(chorus)
C G
being lonesome just seems to work best for me
A D
I don’t have to waste my time livin’ out my dreams
G
lots more room in the house since that last mouse checked out
D G
I’m getting’ pretty good at being lonesome
I got one pair of shoes
but they don’t see much use
I’m getting’ pretty good
at being lonesome
got one door on the house
but I never go out
I’m getting’ pretty good
at being lonesome
(chorus)
being lonesome just seems
to work best for me
I don’t have to waste my time
In someone else’s dreams
Everything stays the same
When there’s no one else to blame
I’m gettin’ pretty good
at being lonesome
I’m gettin’ pretty good
At being lonesome
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2. |
Come Here Baby
02:35
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COME HERE BABY (capo 2nd)
© Bob Wright
A
Come here baby come here quick
A7
Love me just a little bit
D A
I don’t wanna love you anymore…than I do
Just a little kiss will do
A7
A little bitty squeeze or two
D A
I don’t wanna love you anymore…than I do
E
It’d be too heavy a load
A
My head would just explode with lovin you
(breaks)
kiss me honey hold me tight
make me smile a while tonight
I don’t wanna love you anymore…
Than I do
Don’t play games now get it done
We can have a little fun
I don’t wanna love you anymore…
Than I do
It’d be too heavy a load
My head would just explode
With lovin you
(breaks)
so come here baby come here quick love me just a little bit
I don’t wanna love you anymore…than I do
Don’t back off and don’t be shy come and stay with me a while
I don’t wanna love you anymore…than I do
It’d be too heavy a load my head would just explode
My heart just might implode I’ll forget all that I knowed
With lovin you
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3. |
Talk Is Cheap
03:37
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TALK IS CHEAP
by Bob Wright ©
C/C7 F C
well talk is cheap but talk is precious
G C
just like water just like air
G C/C7 F C
sometimes we’re stuck with other peoples messes
G C/C7
cause talk is cheap but talk is precious
G C
talk it over talk it through
F G
don’t talk at all and you’ll be blue
C/C7 F C
if you have problems that need ad-dressin’
G C
talk is cheap but talk is precious
(breaks)
yes talk is cheap but talk is precious
just like water just like air
if you’re sick and tired of always second guessin’
talk is cheap but talk is precious
talk it over talk it through
talk to yourself remind yourself it’s true
if you have problems that need addressin’
talk is cheap but talk is precious
yeah talk is cheap but talk is precious
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4. |
The Dust Came Down
03:07
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THE DUST CAME DOWN
© Bob Wright
Em
I’m standing here a broken man
D
There’s darker clouds a rollin’ in
C
And I can’t get away from them
Em
No matter how I try
And it’s foolish to complain
We all go back to dust again
But I confess there’s something strange
Tearing up my eyes
(chorus)
And the dust came down
And the light got lost
And there ain’t no way
To calculate the cost
Cause it’s all around
And it coats my heart
And the weight of it
Is tearing me a-part
When the dust is thick and dry
And you’re forced to close your eyes
If you can see your baby smile
You have hope my friend
The best that we can hope to do
Is help somebody make it through
So take a hand and see if you
Have the strength to lend
(chorus)
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5. |
Carefree Again
03:36
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CAREFREE AGAIN (capo 2nd)
© by Bob Wright
A D
Everybody’s going out tonight
F#m7 A
I’m staying in
D
Much as I could use a new good time
F#m7 A
Thoughts of you came crashing in again
Chorus:
F#m7 D
And I still think you care for me
A F#m7 E
Just more carefully than you used to
F#m7 D
And I still think you think of me
A F#m E
When you take the time to be carefree again
Everybody thinks I have it made
In most ways I do
It wouldn’t be the same if you had stayed
Cause we both always bartered with the truth
(Chorus)
Repeat 1st verse
(chorus)
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6. |
John's Poor Jones
02:27
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A PENNY FOR A POUND OF PAIN (CAPO 3/ key of Eb)
© Bob Wright
Eb
there’s a place that people meet
when their world is torn apart
it’s at the end of Lonesome Street
by Breakdown Boulevard
there’s no sign above the door
ain’t no need of it because
you can feel the heartache
where it’s seeped into the floor
chorus
A penny for a pound of pain
It goes cheap round here my friend
Grab a seat and set right there
We have stories we can share
All the heartache that comes in
Has a home inside my friend
And we all hope the time you spend
Helps you leave yours here
Don’t be shy just step right in
Where everybody else has been
You’ll recognize a lot of friend’s
Pictures on the walls
So have a drink and sit on down
They left cash to buy a round
The one thing that they all have found
Is you can’t have it all
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8. |
Wake Me Up
03:00
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WAKE ME UP
©Bob Wright (D tuning)
wake me up when I get home
wake me down the road
wake me up when I get home
won’t leave there no more
time is pressing in on me
time is pressing in
time is pressing in on me
Let my body win
every body has to leave
every body goes
every body has to leave
now I’m going home
-repeat first-
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9. |
Slumgullion Slide
02:27
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10. |
Unmarked Grave
03:26
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UNMARKED GRAVE
© by Bob Wright
chorus
Em C G
in an unmarked grave at the crest of a hilltop
D C Em
my grandfather’s body lies cold in the clay
C G
I wonder as I look down the hill past the rooftops
D
It it’s likely that a soul can be saved
C Em
If it’s buried in an unmarked grave
EM C G
I can just see the lake where I used to go fishin’
D Em
When I was a boy such a long time ago
C G
And I remember the times that I’d just sit there wishin’
D C Em
For the fish to bite hard and the day to go slow
C G
And it all seemed so easy and it all seemed so safe then
D Em
Like the world was a place that would always be right
C G
And I never imagined that the truth wasn’t simple
D C Em
And often afraid to come into the light
Chorus
My grandfather died and I never did meet him
Though I was 18 and I lived up the road
Cause he drank himself mean
And the family had shunned him
Before I was born and I never was told
People talk about blood people talk about family
People talk but they don’t always say what they mean
And it leads to confusion and misunderstanding
When a heart can’t be sure of the places it’s been
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11. |
Bergenfield Flyer
02:14
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BERGENFIELD FLYER
© Bob Wright
sittin’ in traffic in the center of town
lights are flashin’ and the barricades down
ain’t no murder honey ain’t no fire
off in the distance is the Bergenfield Flyer
see that lady with her kids in tow
headin’ for the station with her gas run low
meetin’ her husband he’s her hearts desire
comin’ into town on the Bergenfield Flyer
hearts start racin’ when she pulls in view
shining brighter than a morning dew
rolling slow on that electric fire
everybody’s waiting for the Bergenfield Flyer
before you know it man she’s out of sight
fading like a ghost on a windy night
people all leavin’ on squealing tires
saying their goodbyes to the Bergenfield Flyer
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LOOKIN’ FOR THE JERSEY DEVIL
(capo 2) © by Bob Wright
I was born across the river
And my name is Tommy Moore
And I can see the Watchung Mountains
When I look out my back door
It was there I met a woman
They called her Heartless Kate
Her head was in the right place
But her heart would run away
It’d disappear for hours
It’d disappear for days
It’d disappear but she’d be there
I suspected evil ways
So late at night I’d pull away
Chasin’ down my doubts
Lookin’ for the Jersey Devil
On the Turnpike headed south
(Chorus)
So hold on tight to your sweet soul when the Jersey Devil grabs ahold
Don’t look back don’t turn around he’s too fast he’ll drag you down
Heed my warnings he’s for real… and the Jersey Devil don’t cut deals
It gets cold down in the Barrens on February nights
And colder still on Barnegat where there ain’t no city lights
It’ll turn your breath to vapor and freeze your soul up tight
But it’s not as cold as that sweet soul when her heart takes to flight
now Delawares approaching fast there’s not a soul around
the highways dark and lonely here seems like I’m headed down
so I’m gonna cut my losses gonna learn to do without
lookin’ for the Jersey Devil on the Turnpike headed south (chorus)
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13. |
Cobh of Sorrow
01:57
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COBH OF SORROW (key of D-capo 2nd)
© Bob Wright
D G
She stood on the deck there and whispered her name
D C
Till the wind took it from her and nothing remained
D G
Just the shell of a body the crew put below
D A D
As they sailed past the Hook and they entered New York
(chorus)
A D
there’s a Cobh of sorrow filled deep with the names
A
of the people who vanished when they left Ireland
D G
where the waves break and scatter and clatter in vain
D A D
there’s a Cobh of sorrow filled deep with the names
they arrived in New York and the dead filled the holds
and the air there was thick with the leaving of souls
and the wagons pulled in and the wagons would go
up the hill to a hole in the forest
(chorus)
well there are no trees left there to mark where she lay
but the grass there is green and there’s soft rain some days
and her body’s a part of the land that she craved
and her soul is a part of the air there
(chorus)
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14. |
Goosepatch Jig
02:29
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15. |
Ballyengland
02:33
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Bob Wright/ Harbortown New York, New York
He is a multi-instrumentalist, an award winning songwriter and Bob Wright songs are often mistaken for traditional songs because their immigrant roots run deep beneath the surface of America and back to the places they came from for nurturing and inspiration. They surface in a modern world, constructed with a modern sensibility and a comforting resonance with the past. ... more
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